The
smallest of things seem to attract my eyes. Blossoms released from
their stems, freed by the weight of heavy rain; their satin smooth
petals against the rough surface of the driveway.
I
notice them immediately as I step out of the car, so frail and tender,
vulnerable, exposed. Perhaps it is an awareness of the brevity of their
existence that awakens deep gratitude within me, causes me to stop,
breathe, wonder at the beauty of this world; these tiny gifts strewn at
our feet, easily missed by those who walk faster than I am able.
Eeh! What a beautiful flower, and a lovely compliment to an equally, if not moreso poem....it's funny, when you are struck by an illness of somesort or have visited so close to death's doorstep you find it within yourself to notice the smaller things, the slight, hidden pieces of vulnerability people seem to often overlook. A very nice piece, especially towards the end ♥
Indeed beauty in all things can be so easily missed. We are robots trained to rush past, not-so-much as a momentary lapse of focus. Somehow we remember things as they are meant to be - just not how we were meant to remember them.
Life hands us paraphrases handed down generations coined as gently as: don't forget to stop and smell the roses or as harsh as don't let life pass you by.
Our lifes are unbalanced and ritualistic *so much so we forget to ponder on the smallest blessing*.
Blessings become curses sometimes and curses become blessings... we should all be so lucky as to slowly enjoy life, as it is much too fast.
We tend to take the small wonders for granite, if everyone would just take the time to look around and enjoy the simple things in life, the world would be a better place, at times its those small things that help calm our turmoil...wonderful reflection on simplicity.
I'm a mother, wife, photographer, writer, blogger, lover of life dedicated to paying attention and gratitude. I also live with an uninvited guest, Multiple Sclerosis. It has slowed me down so that my .. more..